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Archive for May, 2008

Shahrukh is licking my feet and I am feeding him biscuits every now and then. What more can I ask for?

Now, before you jump to any conclusions let me add that Shahrukh is the name of our dog. And before you jump to any further conclusions let me add that I had nothing to do with naming him. In fact Shahrukh is the dog of the caretakers of our house. When I bought this house it came with the caretakers and their dog!

Well Shahrukh is once again begging for my attention, so let me get back to him. He is smelling too much, I think he needs a bath. “Heel boy, heel.”

The fun when these guys get going at each other. Now am waiting for SRK to create a blog and start hamming.

On a related note, I wish someone had given the ‘needs a bath’ advice to our own Vijay. He looks like someone who has not ventured into a bathroom for ages. Talk about maintaining an image for the fans. Heh!

A few days back, good friend Ashwin had presented his ‘two cents’ on his support for the Union Health Minister Anbumani Ramadoss’ comments on the ban on smoking and drinking on-screen. I wanted to put forward my ‘do paisa’ on this, but on a broader scale.

The problem with the governments that have been ruling our country has been their ‘I am your Momma’ attitude in most areas. And like thumb-sucking babies, we are forced to acquiesce.

Smoking is injurious to health, they say rightly. And it is displayed in fonts, which are perhaps as big as the manufacturer’s brand name on the cigarette. And if an adult still buys and smokes cigarettes, it is his choice, which needs to be respected. After all, it is the same government which fills its coffers by collecting crores of rupees the cigarette manufacturers pay as taxes each year. Will these companies be able to survive without consumers? And if public health is so much of a concern, why don’t we get together and ban cigarette manufacturing altogether instead of asking stars to stop smoking on screen. Aren’t we running out of excuses, on the lack of fundamental health care in most places in India? Where are our priorities? Coming back to movies, murder and rape scenes are still a ‘yes-yes’, as if they are less harmful to health. How long will the Momma government continue to insult the intelligence of the average movie-goer by stating that he/she will get influenced by on-screen occurrences.

The state assumes us to have impressionable minds, and bans depiction of violence and sex. Fashion Television is still banned in some of the states, for its ‘objectionable’ content. If an outright ban is the only solution, what do we have the concept of certification for? On the lighter side, I know a fair number of friends, to whom, FTV acts as an influence to study late into the night. Not that the ban seems to help the cause of the nation anyways, going by the figures of children being manufactured a-la bolts in fastener factories.

Moral policing applies to creativity also. In a country where chancing upon creative and meaningful movies is as rare as finding a well-maintained road in Bangalore, people like Kamal Hassan, Mani Ratnam, Aamir Khan and a few others provide some relief. Whenever controversy’s child Kamal Hassan decides to make a movie, the mischief mongers in some of the parties start licking their lips. They say he kisses on-screen, promotes atheism and is now destroying idols. The producer of Dasavatharam was forced to come out stating that the movie will change atheists to theists. Why is changing from atheism to theism considered ok and the reverse is not? I am not an atheist, but I believe that every individual should have the freedom in choosing what he wants to be and what he chooses to do.

The restrictions on freedom of expression, speech and creativity have been hampering the land for too long now. If Jawaharlal Nehru had appreciated the benefit of competition and creativity, instead of telling industries what to manufacture and how much to manufacture, India would have been a developed nation by now. I dream of seeing an India led by an administration, which treats me as an adult and appreciates my choices, instead of holding my hand and telling ‘Hush, my baby, baby, don’t you cry’.